Sleepy, baby...?

Dear son,

Every time we've looked at you on the ultrasound machine, you've always been squirming and rolling around. I worry that you can hear the noise of the ultrasound itself, and are writhing in discomfort because of it. That concern coupled with any baby's somewhat alien-looking appearance makes me think of Edvard Munch's painting, The Scream. But I digress.

You're big enough now that your mom can feel you moving around. Earlier today, when you had apparently been still for a while, she said you were sleeping. I don't know why, but I thought that was really cute to say--the image of a tiny baby sleeping and all that. She and your grandmother went to the mall this afternoon. She got herself some pantyhose for pregnant women, which are supposed to be much more comfortable. I was trying to take a nap when she came home early complaining of a stomach ache, and I've been waiting on her hand and foot till a little while ago. I don't really mind, though. She's pretty great, your mom, you'll see.

I love you.

--Dad